| No, I don’t remember Guildford
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| What, was there something? |
| Jog my memory
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| Not the cathedral or the pool
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| If there was a pool
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| I’m a little past it
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| I’m near enough to be scorched, not blasted
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| But no, I don’t remember Jenner Road
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| Even though we lived there
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| And things came through the letterbox thick and fast
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| It’s in the past
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| It’s in the bracken
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| Did something happen? |
| The sky just blackened
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| Now there’s a butterfly on my face
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| And I’m a number in a drawer
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| Ba da dup
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| Ba da da da dup
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| Ba da dup
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| Hang up your net, child
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| Show some respect to the ghosts that are ruining your life
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| It’s your life
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| No, I don’t remember falling
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| From a flagpole onto a taxi
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| To leave my imprint and my entrails
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| For you to kiss
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| In the morning sun
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| Ba da dup
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| Ba da da dup
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| Ba da dup
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| No, I don’t remember Guildford |